Oh If I Were The Velvet Rose Upon The Red Rose Vine, I'd Climb To Touch His Window And Make His Casement Fine. And If I Were The Little Bird That Twitters On The Tree, All Day I'd Sing My Love For Him Till He Should Harken Me. But Since I Am A Maiden I Go With Downcast Eyes, And He Will Never Hear The Songs That He Has Turned To Sighs. And Since I Am A Maiden My Love Will Never Know That I Could Kiss Him With A Mouth More Red Than Roses Blow.